
Neighbour:How’s the wife?
Me:Glowing
Neighbour:Pregnant?
Me:No, she’s on fire, just going for more wood
Neighbour:You’re sick
Me:You’re next
Neighbour:How’s the wife?
Me:Glowing
Neighbour:Pregnant?
Me:No, she’s on fire, just going for more wood
Neighbour:You’re sick
Me:You’re next
parent cockroaches be like “don’t let me catch you in those nice neighborhoods”
I had to grease a lot of palms to get to where I am today
*cut to me oiling up tropical trees*
haha excellent
what jerk ever looked at a hamburger and thought “you know what this needs? A nice, soft, warm piece of lettuce.”
I just bought an answering machine and it doesn’t work. Or maybe I’m just asking it the wrong questions.
“Uhm, EXCUSE me, my eyes are out HERE.” — Hammerhead sharks
Before you cut the sleeves off your acid wash denim jacket, read the warning label about the associated risks of dying from too much sex.
[post sex interview]
reporter: what went wrong out there
me: well, i shouldn’t have yelled “holy moly” when i came
I don’t homeschool my kids cause the only historic battle I know is the one between Biggie and Tupac.
I just got a text from someone I don’t know. They say they’re sick and vomitting.
Should I tell them that vomitting only has one T?